Raven's Nest

She lived at the top of Raven’s Nest

So I was determined to go,

To seek out the sunny uplands there

Where the four fair winds do blow,

To seek out the breeze at the top of the trees

That carry the sun-drenched dew,

While up on the topmost battlements

I’d get a brief glimpse of you.

The lady that walked in her deepest sleep

They said, till her love came true,

The tenderest kiss at her greying lips

Would give them a rose red hue,

The charm that had put her to sleep would lift

The veil from her opaque eyes,

Revealing the view of a vivid blue,

Unleashing her wondrous sighs.

The battlements there are grey and bleak

A prison for all delight,

While up on the height, the Raven’s beak

Looks out, to sully the night.

It flutters its wings like a guardian

At any who climb and approach

That lady’s rest, up at Raven’s Nest,

To deter, arrest, reproach.

I chose the night of a Harvest Moon

To attempt my one desire,

Taking a dart and a crossbow there

With a flint for a mighty fire.

The Raven fluttered as I approached

And I shot it through the heart,

Then it fell away in its bleak dismay

In the fire of my flaming dart.

The lady walked at the battlements

And I tugged at her holy gown,

She stopped and stared, as if she was scared

In her sleep, she looked and frowned.

I kissed her tempting, greying lips

And they turned to a rose red hue,

As I breathed, ‘My love.’ From heaven above

She said, ‘I was waiting for you.’

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Just Kim]

very deep and intrigued by this write, nicely written

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Be careful what you wish for~

[Susan 🦋]

I am so enjoying your work!!! Omgoodness, loving these story poems!

[Abhishek Izy]

This is wonderful at many levels, loved the bit of Nature mixed in. Excellent work